You could find me compiling rhyme schemes
I could lace a fly beat with lines in my sleep
I can get wild like violent high seas
But I’d rather see Caribbean isles and tides meet

On the track, I match like ginger and Jack
After I snatch your props, I ain’t given em back
Cause I’m bad, uh, yeah, I be telling em I have
The tenacity of eleven lumberjacks

Condensed it to one regular being
You’re just a jester, so don’t test the king
Or it’s off with your head, get tossed in a death pit
“Jarv is a boss” is a flawless assessment

Test it, like the Slack-Jaw verse
Y’all been resting on the asphalt and AstroTurf for too long
Ya don’t know shit bout the craft
I’m waking cats up and taking kids back to class

Focus, grab pens and pencils
Listen to the rhythm cause friend, I’ve been ill
Still killing at will, my skills stay legitimate
I ain’t never gon' tone it down, no, not even a little bit

It’s imminent danger playing through your stereo
In my very own lane, change your scenario
If you plan to wrastle a mastodon
Pass on that because that’s a bad call
Imminent danger playing through your stereo
In my very own lane, change your scenario
If you plan to wrastle a mastodon
Pass on that, alright class? Now, that’s all